
“I’ve lived here my whole life. I’m ready to leave. I just graduated college and I’d love to experience a new city. But I’m stuck. My dad is trying to become a citizen, and I need to stay in the city because I’m the one petitioning on his behalf. We’ve been waiting for five years already. We’ve spent so much money. But it’s the least I can do for him. I’ve seen where he lived in Mexico: tiny houses, dirt floors, no shoes. He was the youngest of twelve. His family couldn’t afford to educate him. So he came here when he was seventeen and worked as a migrant worker in California. He slept in train cars and ate food out of the trash. Even now he works fourteen hours a day. He comes home, we talk a bit, and he goes to sleep. It’s been that way my entire life. He’s turning fifty soon and he’d love to start his own business. So I hope he gets his citizenship. It’s a little dangerous because he’s on the radar now. They have his fingerprints. But he’s got a son that fought in Afghanistan. And now he’s got a daughter that graduated from NYU, so I think he deserves to stay.”
Published on August 14, 2018 22:40